By John Edwards

a wave surge smacks against
this super-yacht languishing
marina-bound and impotent now
portals still gleam in clear sun
looking out on peace
no sound of incendiaries here

an explosive surge exposes living rooms
opening them as a can-opener would
soul less eyes of the apartment block
glare out onto shattered shards of windows
holding fingers with broken chairs
a silence grieves
John Edwards (C) 30th March 2022
Emotional.
Hubby
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Very thought provoking Nancy
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